archives, wisdom Landslide: The Rumble and Rubble of My Dad’s Death. I can’t recall feeling angry with Dad for his death, perhaps that is still to come. I have felt angry that I’ve had to deal with any of it at all. Continue Reading
archives, poetry Do You Not Wish to Enter Your Dark Forest? {poetry} Wish you not to celebrate it? To be purified, baptized by your own most sacred pains, having made a halo with bloody hands? Continue Reading